Rick: well, this gentleman brought in a $100 bill, and I am just looking to you for some advice on what you think it’s worth.

James: well, upon a quick look, everything checks out. Stardand treasurey $100 bill, this one looks to be 2 years old, and the serial numbers line up with his story

Rick: So, it’s good?

James: Well, the only real way to tell with these things is to tear it in half. Then, dip both halves in mayonnaise and then light it on fire. If it’s real, it will smell just awful. Of course, you risk ruining the bill that way… but it’s the only way to be sure.

Bob: Whoah, hey. Let’s not do that. I just wanted some change, sideburns here says the bill is fine.

Chumlee: Hey mister, I’ll give you a $100 for it

Rick: See, Chum? That is why I don’t let you here a lone. You’d have us bankrupt in 2 weeks. Bob, whaddya looking to get here?

Bob: $100 back in change. My god, this is all really weird, and I still don’t know why you have 4 cameras aimed at me. Maybe a $50 back, couple $20s, and then some smaller stuff so my little girl can ride the horsey out front

Rick: well, Bob. I can tell you that had you come in here about 10 years ago, this would have really been worth something. In the rapping heyday, everything was about the Benjamin’s (factoid pop’s up on the screen about how Franklin is the only non president on a bill). Man… ten years ago we could really got a deal. These days, barely worth what it’s printed on. Tell ya what; you did come all the way down here. How does $50 sound?

Bob: you want to take my $100 bill, and only offer me $50 in change? That’s nuts. I’ll just take it back and head somewhere else

Rick: Listen, man. I totally understand. Here’s the thing. I buy this from you, I gotta store it. I gotta get it in, and then back out, of the register. Probably several times. Then, I gotta go have Chum make a bank deposit run. He’ll get half way there and run into a strip club and forgot why I sent him out. Best I can do is $75, and that’s with me probably taking a loss on this one.